True story: Before I met my husband, I used to have dreams about my “Prince Charming.” He was wonderful and handsome, generous and loving, compassionate and sweet.
But he never had a face.
After I fell in love with Chris, my Prince Charming had a face in my dreams.
And no, it wasn’t Jake Gyllenhaal.
It was my husband’s face. That’s romantic. Get it?
Chris and I love each other tremendously. The thing is, we — like so many other couples — get lost in the everyday. The minutiae. The nonsense. We go through the rhythms of bill paying and appointment making and pet feeding. We have a morning routine, an evening routine and, at times, a lovemaking routine.
But sometimes, randomness happens. Like this.
And I didn’t even have to blow him for it.
I’ve been in love and been loved. But no one’s ever given me a dozen long-stemmed roses — especially not when I’m wearing ill-fitting yoga pants, no bra and last night’s breakfast-for-dinner in my hair.
I think I’ll keep him for a while.
Awww. What a hubby. ‘Just cuz’ flowers are the best.
Yeah, back when we were dating my husband would send me the most beautiful bouquets of flowers……since we’ve been married I’ve sent him e-mails of flowers but still none. . . .I’m holding out for one day, maybe he’ll send me some flowers again.
Awww, you’re so lucky!
Awwww!!!